I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3363: Chapter 1679: The Plight of Lesser Divine Envoys and the Longing for Light in the night of apprenticeship, Tired of the Deva_3

Compared to Xu Ai and the other man, he hadn’t even mastered a single Upanishad that would qualify him to battle.

Sandwiched between the “Ultimate Giant” and “Technique Seed Restriction·Third Rank Unsealing,” Zhong Yuanzi couldn’t erase the deep-seated inferiority in his heart, even if he summoned his proud creation, the “Ten Properties Realm.”

Once again, he deeply felt how insignificant even a demi-saint could be.

The way of spiritual cultivation — even a lifetime of effort might be insufficient to keep up with these two.

Coming alone…

Wasn’t this just to provide contrast for the grand battle at hand, to play the supporting role, to become the laughingstock?

And yet, he still came.

Someone had to step forward, not only to speak for the two locked in a stalemate but also to speak for the world itself.

“Lord Shou, it’s time to stop.”

“This battle here cannot be decided quickly.”

“But your casual strikes, even the smallest gestures, have already shattered Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, caused beasts across the seas to perish, leveled mountain ranges, severed rivers…”

Zhong Yuanzi raised his hand and swept it forward.

The spatial scene materialized a nearby city: “You can’t possibly intend to fight in there, can you?”

The mocking laughter across the five domains gradually subsided.

Especially when some spotted their own terror-stricken faces reflected in the spatial mirror from the Dao Imparting Mirror projection.

Zhong Yuanzi finished speaking to the Ultimate Giant over the sea, then turned to gaze at Ai Cangsheng, letting out a long sigh:

“Lord Cangsheng, you too must restrain yourself.”

“It’s not that you can’t fight, but the continent has rules. Battles above the Sovereign Stage must take place in bounded domains.”

“At the very least, you should divide into holy realms, go into extradimensional spaces, or head for the Dead Sea… er, no, the Holy Emperor’s secret realm… er, wait, that’s not right either…”

Zhong Yuanzi pursed his lips and quickly shut his mouth.

He knew his words often went awry; the more he said, the more likely he’d inadvertently reveal the plan. That would be bad.

He also understood that Ai Cangsheng surely grasped the meaning behind his fumbling words. In the end, Zhong Yuanzi turned left and right, looking towards both sides from which the two were stationed. He sighed again:

“This old man knows he lacks the standing for this.”

“But I still want to shamelessly appeal to you both — the prior agreement was quite commendable…”

He pointed toward the Ultimate Giant:

“You head for the Dead Sea; go handle your part.”

Then he pointed to Ai Cangsheng on the opposite side:

“You head for the Southern Region, or simply stay here in the Eastern Region, waiting until he finishes, and then we… you take action again.”

Zhong Yuanzi pursed his lips once more, realizing he’d spilled too much again, and said awkwardly:

“Anyway, you cannot fight here.”

“What I mean is clear — go to the Western Desert for combat; that’s better than clashing in the other four regions.”

“Hmm, I don’t mean to belittle the Western Region; it’s just that it has fewer people…”

“No, fewer individuals doesn’t mean it’s appropriate to fight there either; it’s just… ah, just what I’m trying to say.”

Too difficult!

For the first time, Zhong Yuanzi realized how hard it was to speak before a camera, in front of the five regions!

As one of the Four Divine Envoys, he had to consider the feelings of the minority in the Western Region and, at the same time, consider the sentiments of the entire continent.

He lacked Ai Cangsheng’s advanced resolution, capable of sacrificing a minority for the majority’s sake.

Nor did he have Xu Xiaoshou’s unwavering determination, enabling him to ignore public opinion and single-mindedly pursue his own goals.

He found himself caught between conflicting considerations, incapable of achieving perfection on both fronts, leaving himself indecisive and awkwardly impotent.

In midnight dreams, he might recall all this and slap himself in frustration, loathing his own incompetence. Why was it that others could accomplish everything, yet he, apart from researching elements, couldn’t even manage a single Upanishad? Ultimately, he remained incapable of anything else. And this — this was called Divine Envoy?

This wouldn’t even qualify as dog shit!

Closing his eyes, Zhong Yuanzi reopened them after three breaths. Rubbing the yellow scarf atop his head, he spoke softly with a bright but embarrassed smile:

“Please grant this envoy some respect, won’t you?”

…

Southern Region’s Feng Family City. First Viewing Platform.

Dao Qiongcang drooped his lids, silently observing the image of Zhong Yuanzi’s stiff smile on the screen.

The awkwardness in his demeanor was palpable.

Dao Qiongcang watched for a long time, his expression stony.

Shifting his gaze to the spectators below the platform, he saw that the once bustling crowd had fallen into a pin-drop silence.

It wasn’t just the First Viewing Platform in Feng Family City that went quiet.

Across the five domains, in front of the Dao Imparting Mirrors, everyone simultaneously fell silent.

“Why do I feel a bit unsettled…?”

Feng Zhongzui finally said after a long pause.

Clearly, the scene a moment ago had been amusing, but now it inexplicably had him feeling a lump in his throat.

So, what exactly was happening?

Was everyone ridiculing Zhong Yuanzi?

Or was everyone actually Zhong Yuanzi?

Clearly, the Elemental Divine Envoy stood at the pinnacle of the continent. How did it come to this, reduced to such humility?

“Elder Zhong, you could be more confident…”

Feng Zhongzui wanted so badly to shout these words across the distance.

But he realized that, facing Xu Xiaoshou in his Ultimate Giant form and Ai Cangsheng with his Third Rank Unsealing state…

No one, absolutely no one would have any confidence in themselves!

…

“Elder Zhong has spoken; of course, I’ll show respect first.”

After a deathly silence lasting over ten breaths, the Ultimate Giant vanished over the sea without warning, even retracting the Shattered Shield.

Lord Shou’s sincerity was overwhelming, as if Zhong Yuanzi’s presence alone was enough for him to disregard Ai Gou stealthily shooting him with a few arrows.

“I’ve said before, there will always be a place for Elder Zhong in the First Pavilion in the Sky. That promise remains valid indefinitely.”

Zhong Yuanzi, who had been trying not to appear restrained, now felt utterly lost for words upon hearing this. His small, intent-filled gaze instinctively wanted to dart toward the Dao Imparting Mirror, only for him to forcibly suppress the impulse.

No glances…

Wait, no panic…

No — why am I panicking? I haven’t colluded with the enemy, have I…

“That was impulsive of me.”

Thankfully, Ai Cangsheng stepped in to smooth things over.

At some unknown point, a wheelchair made of osmanthus wood had appeared under him again. After setting the Evil Sin Bow aside, the divine path patterns belonging to Technique Seed Restriction materialized around him.

One rank.

A second.

Yet another rank!

He resealed everything once more.

Ai Cangsheng thus returned to his pre-unsealing state, seemingly unperturbed by the possibility that the Shattered Shield might slap his face with another blow and turn him into minced flesh.

Whew…

Zhong Yuanzi exhaled a deep breath of relief from his chest.

Both parties were so accommodating — he certainly could not let the scene grow cold, so he hurriedly waved his hands and spoke:

“No, no, it’s not Lord Shou’s fault, nor Ai Cangsheng’s fault, of course.”

“I’ve long said we must remain wary of the Blood World Pearl. That is the root of all calamity, of Death’s Guidance.”

“If there’s anything to blame, it’s that cursed pearl — it’s the true root cause. Let’s return to our rightful course and proceed with the plan… er, no surprises, no surprises.”

Was there even a plan?

Was it that so-called “Plan 16?”

Even the spiritual cultivators across the five domains could hear the implicit undertones in Elder Zhong’s words, the faint implication of a trap aimed squarely at Lord Shou.

The Dao Imparting Mirror shifted focus to Lord Shou.

Lord Shou’s smile remained affable, as if he hadn’t caught on or, perhaps, was fully aware but didn’t mind in the slightest.

“No wonder he’s called Lord Shou…”

Amid everyone’s silent reflections, a faint voice abruptly emerged from the unseen anchor point of the Dao Imparting Mirror:

“Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape.”

This voice…

Everyone felt their hair stand on end. Undoubtedly, it belonged to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man!

Feng Zhongzui shivered violently.

The mother mirror of the Dao Imparting Mirror quickly shifted its view to the Western Desert.

But only an empty wasteland of sand appeared — no one was there.

Zhong Yuanzi activated Sacrificial Spirit.

One moment earlier, across two domains, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man had been in the mainland’s west. But as his voice rang out, he had already landed in the east, within the Holy Sword Land.

How was he so fast!

This was faster than any cross-regional teleportation portal!

When the Five Decays of Heaven and Man arrived in the Eastern Domain, all three parties — Xu, Ai, and Zhong — were taken aback.

Even spiritual cultivators from the Eastern Domain, especially those in cities near the battlefield, were panicking.

“Don’t come here!”

Ai Cangsheng gripped the Evil Sin Bow, its string subtly trembling.

Indeed, he had wanted to proceed according to plan, systematically targeting Xu Xiaoshou and the Saint Servant, but reality seemed unwilling?

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man refused?

The Blood World Pearl refused?

“No!”

“Don’t shoot just yet…”

In the midst of rising tension, the universally despised Five Decays of Heaven and Man raised his puppet-like, drooping head.

His eyes, shadowed beneath the mask, were dim and lifeless.

As though his spirit, his vitality, his everything had already been fully sacrificed.

Yet he was like a cockroach refusing death, clutching at dark corners for the faintest glimmers of light, even if doing so invoked profound disgust in others or made passersby yearn to crush him underfoot.

“Lord Cangsheng, this old man has a request.”

“If you could extend some respect to him, might you also grant me a shred of dignity?”